Mick Stingley

Mick Stingley is a freelance writer who lives in New York City. He is featured in Rock and Roll Cage Match, available from Three Rivers/Random House. He is 40 years old and refuses to cut his hair ’cuz he’s so fuckin’ metal.

Happy Festival of Lights! Some Thoughts on Improving Hannukkah! (Let's settle on the spelling. No more of that "ch" crap.)
Ogden Nash for Pitchfork Feeling sick on Bedford Street? / Try nerd guitar with a Williamsburg beat!
Fiction
"Squeeze Me into a Glass and Drink Me: My Tour of New York City Bars After Gourmet" by Ruth Reichl No more Daniel; no molto Mario; no mas tapas: what was I to do now?
Fiction
Dunne Done. Upon returning to New York City, I attended a benefit for the Bichon Frisé Society, at the Puck Building, hosted this year by my good friend Liza Minnelli, (who looks better each time I see her); and a good friend of my son Griffin's, Gwenyth Paltrow, the daughter of my good, old friend Blythe Danner. Many of New York's grande dames were in attendance, as well as a number of up-and-coming young actors, a few regulars from Page Six, and that rascal David Patrick Columbia. It is an event of star-studded revelry and finger food (catered by Mario Batali).
Fiction
Diablo Cody Tells a Joke First of all, I am so not worthy of this. I mean, now that I'm all problemed-out Hollywood-style, it's queer (not gay) for me to hang out and just talk or whatevs. Wait--hold on--I'm going to Tweety-Tweet like Sylvester is raging!
Fiction
The Tyra Banks Show Seder With special guests Snoop Dogg, Bret Michaels, and FLAVOR FLAAAAAV!
Fiction
A David Foster Wallace Valentine Did it ever occur to you that the simple phrase "Be My Sweetheart" (hereafter referred to as B.M.S.) has been occluded by the desalinization of love, or rather the concept of love, which has been transmuted into an ironic declaration of faux-sentiment for the benefit of self-fulfillment of sheeplike masses (SLM) with the endless Hollywoodization and crass consumer-mongering of the media bouyed by the post-Christmas Holiday onslaught of sales-driven shelf-filling multinational retail conglomerates intent on upping the ante on first-quarter revenue? 1
Fiction
Bret Michaels Considers the Candidates I really dig that Obama. Sharp guy and young, too. So I think Barack Obama would rock my vote because he's probably the only candidate who knows my music. Cool name, too!
Fiction
Notes on How My Irrational Fear of Organ-Harvesting Has Been Killing My Chances of Random Hookups in N.Y.C. Stylish woman, late 20s, slightly Eastern European accent. Black mini-dress, heels. Drinks white wine. Wants to take me home and drug me to harvest my kidneys.
Some Thoughts on Improving Hannukkah! Settle on the spelling. Market the latkes. More songs! Gina Gershon & other hot Jewesses.
Fiction
Amazon Rankings of Children's Books by Christopher Hitchens Mommy's Not Going to Heaven,
"Finally! This is the definitive atheist and antitheist polemic teaching tool for children!"
Non-Fiction
I Think I Need to Dispell Some Misconceptions about My Six-Foot-Tall Swedish Ladyfriend Who Happens to Be a Licensed Massage Therapist She doesn't drive a Volvo. She doesn't drink Absolut. She doesn't like ABBA. She is six feet tall and blonde and super-fucking hot.
Fiction
My Stunt-Book Pitches Currently under Review Pots and Pans: In which I spend one (1) calendar year getting high smoking pot and going to movies and writing about it.
Fiction
The Love Letters of Cintra Wilson and Dennis Miller Babe-- So I watched your little Charlotte Rampling-Night Porter-China Syndrome meltdown along the information superhighway recently. I don't care what anyone says, while you were Lucy Liu-ing full throttle in the H.O.V. lane of political indignation like Lisa Nowak in a remake of Vanishing Point ...
Fiction
Vanity Fair Feature Ledes for 2007-8 Nigella Lawson, the Kennedy clan, Details magazine, and the rise of China.
Fiction
Neil Strauss: Updated Notes on The Game for Astronauts 1. Never take no for an answer. When faced with potential competition, especially in a dangerous A.L.T. (Astronaut Love Triangle), the A.F.C. (Average Frustrated Chump) will fold; but the P.U.A. (Pick-Up Artist)--man or woman--will try to annihilate the competition ...
Fiction
Former Gawker Editor Jessica Coen's First Day at Vanity Fair Online 9 a.m. - 9:45 a.m.
Pep talk from Graydon Carter in his office. Wonders quietly about his repeated use of the phrase "J-school," and whether he means journalism school or if he is referencing Jews.
Non-Fiction
36 Hours: Penn Station Beneath the teeming streets of the City That Never Sleeps is a bustling subterranean microcosm inhabited by aspiring vacationers and weary commuters aching to make their connections via the extensive network of subways and railroads.
Fiction
Zakk Wylde for the Weather Channel It's fuckin' sick, bro. We got a summer weather pattern happening all across the South and West. 96 in Dallas, 98 in Montgomery, ONE HUNDRED in Atlanta--so ice down that beer, ya know what I mean?
Fiction
Enthrone Rachael Triumphant: Alternate Pilot Concepts Featuring Rachael Ray In late 2005, Ray signed a deal with Oprah Winfrey and King World Productions to host a syndicated daytime TV talk show in fall 2006.
Fiction
Lifetime: Television For Women Original Movies in Development for Fall/Spring 2006/2007 A battered wife (Baxter-Birney) exacts revenge on her abusive husband with the business end of a revolver blah blah blah yawn.
Fiction
The New York Post Lifestyle: Thersday Look out, Eve Ensler, and move over, Madonna--there's a new girl in town who loves vaginas--and her name is Dr. Carol Schiffman.
Fiction
The New York Times Slash Fic It was the end of a long week at the Gray Lady and the sun had long since gone down when Maureen walked into Alessandra's office.

"Hi. Working late?"

Alessandra looked up from her computer. "Yeah. I'm just putting this piece to bed."

"Is that so?" Maureen winked and tossed her hair . . .
Fiction
An American Psycho Christmas "Joy to the World" is being piped in over the din of the late afternoon crush at Saks Fifth Avenue and I am cursing the fact that I have to wait so long for the clerk to return with my credit card. "So how are you going to spend your bonus, Bateman?" Price is already buzzed and I am still nursing my Finlandia as Courtney lights up at the mere mention of money.
Fiction
Thank You for Taking Me to See Your Friend's Band Great set. Lot of energy. Very tight.
Fiction
Editor's Letter Lame Ducks and Rocket Launchers Hi there. It's me again. Guess what? George W. Bush is still in the White House in the midst of a second-term presidency and he's still actively waging an unwinnable war at the cost of...
Fiction
Notes to Hoobastank Street-Teamers for Posting CD Reviews on Amazon.com Hey, gang--I just wanted to throw a few ideas out there to those of you who are rallying on the message boards and MP3 blogs to get the word out!
Fiction
As Reviewed by Ben Brantley The latest from The New York Times's chief theater critic and "celebrity underminer".
Fiction
The 2005 Associated Press Stylebook Supplement for the Liberal Media Acceptable synonyms for Republicans: bastards, Republican bastards, idiots, morons...
Fiction
Excerpt from Tuesdays with Yasser by Mitch Al-Bomb Hawari The last class of my old benefactor’s life took place once a week in his compound, by a window where he could watch the I.D.F. soldiers surrounding him, isolating him from all of society. The meetings were on Tuesdays after...
Fiction
The Rolling Stone Interview with George W. Bush, Part I, by Kurt Loder W: Hey—you know what’s on my Top 10 Best Records of All Time? Do ya?
Fiction
Al-Jazeera Coverage of Ozzfest 2004 The multi-act touring carnival of amoral Western values, (named for the hapless drug-addled singer from the British heavy metal group "Black Sabbath"), unfurled the flags of decadence for the children of the Great Satan.
Fiction
Reference Letter to the Board of Directors I first met Dana Dallard last year at this shitty dive on the Lower East Side after our set. Man, I was so fucked up that night.
Fiction
‘And Another Thing about Bush 43’ by Maureen Dowd According to the recent yawnfest -slash- impromptu-Q.&A. with Bush 43, he “slept through” the recent breast-baring Janet Jackson high jinks.

 

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